Olivia eyed me from across the booth, then nodded toward the drink sitting across from her. “She’s here. She suddenly needed to use the bathroom when she heard you were coming.” Olivia sipped her drink, giving me a knowing smile.
The waiter stopped by to take our drink order, and as he walked over to the bar, I shifted my gaze to Olivia.
“What do you know?” I asked, staring her down. Jack looked between the two of us as Olivia laughed, setting her glass down.
“Oh. I know everything.” She gave me a devilish smirk.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath, dropping my head into my hands. I rubbed at the crease forming between my eyebrows.
Had Eve really told Olivia everything? I wasn’t sure I wanted my best friend’s wife to knowquitethat much about me, or my best friend, for that matter.
“I’m lost,” Jack said.
“Eve and Ben had sex after our wedding reception,” Olivia announced.
“What?” Jack stared across the table at me.
Well, there it was.
The cat was out of the bag now.
Olivia knew. And now Jack knew. And if Brian didn’t know yet, he would within the next 24 hours, which meant David would, too.I wanted to know if she was telling them it was just one night or whether she was considering a round two. And three. And four.
I needed more of her. One night was not enough to get my fill of her.
Eve picked that moment to reappear at the table. Her denim cut-offs hit towards the top of her smooth, golden-brown thighs, and I had a hard time not imagining how silky they would feel if I reached out and slid my hand over them. Her long dark hair was clipped back and her tank top dipped into a low v, showing off her neck and collarbone, as well as her cleavage and the lacey edge of her pink bra.
I stared at the lace trim resting against the curve of her breasts, realizing I hadn’t paid them enough attention when we were together last time. I’d been too busy trying not to embarrass myself by coming before she was done with me.
Eve cleared her throat, and I pulled my gaze from her chest back to her face. She was standing next to the booth, her dark brow arched in amusement as if she knew exactly where my thoughts had gone the second I’d seen her.
She glanced down at where I was sitting and back up. “Are you going to move so I can sit down?” she asked, rolling her lips together like she was trying not to laugh.
“Oh, shit. Yeah. Sorry.” I scooted further into the booth to give her room to slide in next to me.
Why did being around her turn me into a bumbling idiot half the time?
I tried to keep my head as her floral scent wrapped around me when she leaned in and stage-whispered, “Why is Jack looking at us like that?”
I glanced across at Jack, who was staring at us with a mix of horror and confusion, his mouth still hanging open in shock.
I rolled my eyes. “Liv just told him we fucked, and I think it gave him an aneurysm.”
He met my smirk with a disgusted look.
“Don’t be such an uptight asshole, Jackie,” I teased. “We aren’t going to start humping on the table right in front of you.”
Eve choked on her drink, and Olivia shook with barely contained laughter.
“I know that,” Jack grumbled. “Let’s just not discuss it,” he said, giving a visible shiver like he was trying to get an image out of his head. He finally relaxed back into the booth, smoothing his scowl as his arm draped over Olivia’s shoulder.
The waiter set down Jack and my Guinness on the table and took our orders. Eve croaked out hers, still coughing from choking on her drink a moment ago.
When the waiter left, I cocked a brow in Eve’s direction. Her face was red as she tried to settle her cough with another drink. “You okay over there?”
She nodded, not looking in my direction. “I’m fine.”
“You can’t get that out of your head now, can you?” I hitched my voice low so Jack and Olivia wouldn’t overhear as they discussed their day.
